Last week I had a craving for brownies, but I didn’t want to bake ooey gooey brownies with lots of sugar. So I hunted up a raw vegan recipe I had tried once before, Chocolate Chipotle Brownies. The first time I made them, I used the amount of chipotle powder recommended, but it was a little too much. So I lessened the amount and also changed the date sugar to maple syrup (because I didn’t have any date sugar!).
Here’s my version:
Chocolate Chipotle Brownies
INGREDIENTS (STEP 1)
1/4 cup cashews
1/4 cup walnuts
½ to 1 tsp maple syrup
1 Tbsp cocoa powder
1/8 tsp chipotle powder
INGREDIENTS (STEP 2)
5 medjool (or moist, fresh) dates
INGREDIENTS (STEP 3)
1/4 tsp vanilla extract
- Food process only the cashews, walnuts, cocoa powder and chipotle powder until they are a powder almost like the consistency of the coconut crystals or like brown sugar.
- Add the dates, one at a time. Make sure to remove the pit first!
- Finally, add the maple syrup and vanilla.
- Shape into very small bite-sized pieces and refrigerate.
These are very rich, so bite-sized is really all you need. Enjoy!
My new eating plan is introducing me to many new foods and recipes. Just yesterday I used my very first avocado! Successfully, no less! I bought it, let it ripen, and used half in a smoothie yesterday. The half is saved in the refrigerator, waiting to be used today. I was so proud of myself! It’s the little thing, you know?
I added the avocado to a Vegan Chocolate Spinach Shake, which was delicious. The chocolate mostly hides the green color and with the banana and dates, it is sweet enough for my sweet tooth. I find that if I can have a fruit smoothie during the day, it curbs my desire for sweets, particularly chocolate. Eventually I will add more of the greens and less of the sweet fruit, I suspect, but for now it is a great way to ease into the “green smoothie” mindset.
Now if I could just kick the mocha habit, again! I was doing very well before we went to the Grand Canyon, but there were too many Starbucks while traveling. I have done better this week than last and I’m hoping this Chocolate Spinach Shake will kick the mocha craving to the curb. Or at least let me ignore it long enough that it goes away. I know it will, since it did back in August. I can do it again. And maybe that will be all I need to jumpstart the weight loss again. Two weeks ago I was down 14 pounds for three days, and then back up about two pounds, where I’ve sat since. I am just beginning my twelfth week of this new eating plan and the goal was 15 pounds to lose in that 12 weeks time. NO MORE MOCHAS!
Every day some little thing reminds of my dad and how much I miss him. Yesterday morning, it was pancakes sizzling in the frying pan. When we were growing up on Nutt Road, if you smelled pancakes, you knew Dad was cooking.
These are buckwheat pancakes that I made for my breakfast. Dad’s specialty was putting either corn or pineapple into his pancakes. So yummy!
Several food items remind me of my dad, including pot roast (with carrots and potatoes) cooking in a crockpot, corn on the cob, and pie. Dad loved pie. And chopped apple cake? I have my Grammy’s (Dad’s mom) chopped apple cake recipe and Dad loved to make that himself. He was really quite a good cook, although in later years I think his taste buds were dimming because he became very heavy-handed with the onion and garlic.
Here are some more “little things” that remind me of my dad:
- Looking at a road map
- Crops growing in a field
- The smell of rain
- Looking at a seed catalog
- A sea shell
- Hearing a George Jones song on the radio
- Writing down the gas mileage after filling up the gas tank
- Square dancing
- Checking the weather report
- Husking an ear of corn
- Taking my vitamins
- Seeing my granddaughter’s blue eyes
I hope my newest grandbaby, Hurricane Giblet, has those same blue eyes. In some ways, my grieving has been made easier with the knowledge of a new grandchild coming so soon upon Dad’s death. It is comforting to know that some small part of him will continue forward into another generation and I can look for small ways in which this new baby will remind me of Dad. I felt much the same comfort when Charles was born just a year and a day after Bill’s dad’s death. That is one of the magical things about babies, seeing reminders of those we loved in those we love.